Flesheater (Studio Version)

I saw you at the slaughterhouse on Saturday night
It was loud enough to cover up the screams inside
When I looked in your eyes I saw the walking dead
When we kissed I could taste the blood on your breath
The thrill of the hunt makes you feel alive
I know what you got on your mind tonight

You want flesh… flesh-eater
You need flesh… flesh-eater
We’re all born cannibals
You don’t have to die a flesh-eater

It’s kill or be killed its always been that way
The cries of the animals are so far away
You see yourself reflected in the hungry boys eyes
It’s a hunger that can never be satisfied
But when you look behind the mirror there’s no escape
You’re just another bag of bones wrapped in powder and paint

You want flesh… flesh-eater
You need flesh… flesh-eater
We’re all born cannibals
You don’t have to die a flesh-eater
No, aw…

In the end to them
You’re just another piece of meat
Prime choice for the vultures
Their own kind tastes so sweet, well
There’s got to be more to life than this
There’s gotta be more, baby
I said, there’s got to be more to life than this
I’m getting stronger with every kiss
Yes I am

Feeling better baby have another drink
Stick the spike right in so you don’t have to think
Open up, open up, open up, baby
Open up, I’m coming in

You say you want to be with me tonight
You better be ready for some religion in your life

Aw…no more flesh, flesh-eater
No more flesh, baby
C’mon you flesh-eater
We’re all born cannibals
You don’t have to die
Flesh…flesh-eater
Flesh…flesh-eater

Ah…